@eisiramdeus
there’s a particular disbelief in this situation but no discomfort which in itself is strange. heavy palm cups warm water from the bath before tossing it atop the other man’s exposed nape with a carefully focused expression. the spot between their shoulder and bicep tasted steamed bathroom air through a wet patch on their shirt; not long ago when the man in the tub had relaxed enough, they’d forgotten themselves and lain their head back against him by mistake. an apology was promptly issued but mister mccree hadn’t broken their attention off from their task, only nodded as they felt a gaze on his cheek.
years ago this gentleman had taken part in many assignments where there’d been victims — victims of cruelty he’d rather not reminisce on. they’d need the most care. sounds of a towel being wrung with droplets hitting the water’s surface followed.
it’s this experience that applies itself in those fingers, now kneading at pale arms to encourage the blood. he hadn’t said a word beyond explaining what he was doing and why.
“ .. 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 𝐁𝐄 𝐀𝐁𝐋𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐌𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐅𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐋𝐘 𝐒𝐎𝐎𝐍. ” he murmurs seemingly more to himself.